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Democratic Trust

When I drove away from the family farm
to embrace my freshman year
at the University of Michigan
in Vietnam-era 1970,

I was planning on majoring in political science
which later turned into a double major
in communication theory
and positive neuro-psychology

Persuasion,
cognitive/affective bicameral
conserving/liberating bipolarizing dissonance,
and more resonantly trusted
positive therapeutic attitude change.

What I do recall from PoliSci 101:
The well-researched underlying root value
for any healthy,
safe,
resilient democratic polyculture
is not LeftBrain polypathic intelligence
and certainly not more RightBrain
election campaign persuasive beauty,
but profoundly inclusive TRUST

Which,
when I later worked in theology,
rediscovered in what religious traditions
monotheistically refer to as FAITH
and/or
polytheistically embrace as COMPASSION.

Trust also turned out to become
the primary underlying value
for resilient communication
and deeply resonant
mental/spiritual robust health
and neuro-systemic safety

Slow-growing increased capacity
for unconditional regard
of people
and our plants
and our cooperatively-managed planet
developing public health urban areas
and cultivating regenerative farms.

I find it disappointing
and tragic, then,
that our disuniting State schools
coach young democratic residents
in win/lose debate
but not win/win trusted
faithful
cooperatively-intended
nonviolent dialogue.

This may have a causal effect
negatively reproducing Patriarchal-Capitalist
competitive mistrust relationships

Further embedding runaway
vicious circle revenge
militarism
racism
homophobia
sexism
ableism
punishing
criminalizing
imprisoning
Othering justice systems

Lacking robust muscularity
to restore and reward
positive ego-
and eco-
and anthro-therapeutic Trust
through proactive teaching
and studying
and mentoring
and mediating
win/win dialogue skills

For pro-active
cooperative co-investments
emotional,
financial,
political,
ecological,
theological

Polypathically reinforcing
a great healthy
and safe EarthTribe
polycultural university

Universe for engaging
co-passionate trust
in integrity,
synergetic relationships,
cooperatively therapeutic respect

Re-inspecting emergent Trust
through transparent
and vulnerable dialogue,
discernment

Intent to embrace healthy
and safe democratic communication
systems

Useful trust-building
for restoring cooperative farms
and urbane justice areas
we call
United humane States

Which was on my mind
and heart
when I drove away from the family farm
and my high school debate team
to embrace my freshperson
political scientist year
at the University of Michigan
in Vietnam-conflicted
mistrustful 1970.

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Riding Sixties Shotgun

I was in the shotgun seat
in 1960 Lansing Michigan
headed straight as a harddrive
through ghettoizing “Negra Section”
hunting down our commercial whitebread
heavenly ThriftMart,

Wanna be a WalMart
but not Southern enough,
somehow,
to withstand straight-male competition
in fluent White Privileged culture
favoring evangelical
monotheistic
monoculturing AnthroSupremacists

Kinda like
patriarchal-capitalist
anal-retentive pathological trauma
homophobic nature v panentheistic erotic spirit
kinda unenlightened Left unhealthy
and disempowered Right unsafe colonizing wealth
win/lose hoarding
apartheid community trauma dissociative
chronic supremacist anxiety disorders
degenerating unhealthy inside whites only classrooms
contrasting this all black and brown summer outside classroom
feeling shared healthier and safer hearts.

School would soon reopen.
We were on our way to buy
back to school
shirts and jeans,
and whitey tighties
and Elvis Presley-worthy
and 3rd grade new classmate
Arturo Hernandez
disturbing white T-shirts.

A warm August mid-western
urban day
for us white family farmers
traveling East
when a dark-skinned gorgeous boy
my same eight years of age
riding his bike
right out along a cracked
and broken
tree-lined sidewalk
with other kids around
playing hot hopscotch
near a sun-baked naked curb.

He looked over.

With my window down
I felt
and smelled
his shared fragrance
for a moment brown eye to blue
so improbably in love with
you
are who I was made for.

Maybe we could become
boyfriends
and then old-school married
naked together, sometime
someday
somewhere
by accident
discovering we both explore pleasure
favored with him brown-eyed beautiful above
and me under
blue-eyed wide ginger
passionate red-curly-headed
MeWe luscious
wrapped around his waist,
both wanting to give
and to conceive

As I can mostly missionary
dimly historically remember
sounds,
dim sight,
and fertile smell
when her egg
was open-whole systemically
fertilized by spraying Yangstrong
sperm informing
incoming
integral potentiating
seed
and feed
and breed
and bleed
and need
and divine peaking deed

He drove racing athletically
just to tie
our metallic bronze-skinned Ford
sedate, seats six, sedan
on his battered red bicycle
3-speed

His only helmet a handsome head
full fuzzy, yet glossy,
glistening in noon-day summer’s seismic sun,
crow-black
tight-curled
gracious gotta-touch it
play with
feel him

His warm wet scalp massaged,
his salty lips tasted,
his breath and nether sacred
dualdark parts
breathed in
absorbed
until my breath nearly stopped

Then he fell behind,
and was gone
until I met you

And there he was
this eight year old glamorous
brown-skinned boy
now grown
into his handsome thirties

Wanting me
to love him,
and only him,
to worship if I want,
as will he
in sacred
1/0 double-Taurus
1960’s HolySpirit co-passion
for playing only win/win peak hotness
co-governing robustly resonant
co-relations

Reparations
if you will
then so will I
GoldenRule give with you
what all StraightWhiteMale
patriarchal monotheists
would most fear
slatternly given away
in lust for men of color
in that unimageable
thighs spread needy open
way

LeftBrain dominantly win/lose
either/or zero-sum competitors
Left v Right polynomials
reweaving Left-with-Right bicamerals
polyculturing communion, not monoculturing competition,
creolizing, not colonizing,
cooperating, not hunting down
for a profitable military-industrial
LeftBrain dominant
ecopolitical kill

Not yet nightmarish anxious climate imagined
when I was eight years old
in our Ford’s shotgun seat
back in 1960 Lansing Michigan
headed unstraight white
male as a harddrive
through ghettoizing “Negra Section”
distracted by our up and outing
cold cash is sacred manna
ThriftMart.

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Telling Stories

While there is no story at all
unless it has at least two sides,
when it comes to ego’s narrative lines
and epic paragraphs,
we have great difficulty in casting ourselves
as other than a one-sided protagonist story,
which others might see as including too much self-indulgent glory.

Winona LaDuke
tells a worship story of the Anishinaabe
defending their sacred home
with support from the Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples,
against further mining investments of commodifying Earth antagonists,
represented by the State of Michigan.

This story is about copper mining investors
against people who worship Earth
as sacred Habitat,
Elders of one EarthTribe extending family,
across species,
and back across first dawn of Time.

You have already guessed who is winning.

Why is that?
The quality of our spiritual and ecologically healthy lives
depends on questions
challenging competitive one-sided empowerment assumptions.

But, you are right, I suspect,
if you guessed that both sides are losing.

The RepublicanRuling White evangelical Christian
State of Michigan
ruled against the Anishinaabe
and against their own sacred Scripture
and spiritual experience.
Water and land, they say,
cannot be sacred,
cannot have spiritual development significance
and deep and rich and wide meaning
because a protected place of worship
must be inside a building.

I don’t have a PhD in King James Bible Studies,
but I do have a Master of Divinity degree
from a duly licensed
and officially accredited Christian seminary
in the U.S.
and I’m fairly sure I remember
Christian Worship takes place,
rather uniquely,
in human hearts and minds and bodies,
wherever they might happen to be located
in space and time,
inside, maybe, but, for many,
preferably outside.
Most of the history in the Bible
is outside worship history.

Surely gardens were Eden’s first cathedrals.
Why would the State of Michigan pretend otherwise?

Why would KingJames Bible thumpers
and HellFire prophets,
patriarchal evangelists
and patriotic disciples of God’s omnipresent Love
allow their regulators and legislators
and executives,
acting in their HolyScriptures name,
tolerate such a clear misrepresentation of worship
as taught and lived by JesusChrist,
pretty much outside
and especially sweating blood in gardens
and walking on sacred water?

Why accept such an absurd misconception of worship
without economic or political
or personal or vulnerable question
this is patently absurd one-sided stealing
for money-making redistribution purposes
from spiritually rich to feed toxic desecration
to all residents of Michigan
and Lake Superior
and Turtle Island.

Absurd to confine worship indoors
to anyone
from anywhere
who has had the natural-spiritual experience
of being born
from any sacred matriotic womb
of God’s EarthTribes.

Intolerable rape of Truth
to any healthy Christian
with opportunities
to worship outdoors
while reading Psalms
and Proverbs
and natural-spiritual Sacred Parables
about harvesting grace
planted in seeds of divine gratuity.

What is truly healthy faith
within our buildings of worship
is merely a pale reflection
of truly spiritual experience
derived long before we built buildings
as defensive shelters
against sacred elements
of MotherEarth.

I have known authentically patriotic Christians
to find more freedom worshiping God
on sacred rocks
born of spirited Lake Superiors
as compared to claustrophobia while boxed up inside
binding fear and threat constraints
of evangelically booming buildings
and fundamental absence of spiritual discernment constraints.

Worship, like Wonder,
looks for God’s ReStorative Justice and Peace,
to let go of stuckness
in Retributive Vengeance is DivinePower
over Lake Superior commodification issues
about who and what and where
is most biblically saved
after God’s Word
has spoken first and last outdoor spiritual experiences,
voices of Earth’s sacred natures
and divinely-inspired Great Spirits.

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Singing for Stevie’s Wonder

I remember,
in the early 60s,
our thirty mile drive
from our historic family farm,
in all White rural Michigan,
not counting the Mexican migrant workers
which adults made a point of discounting,
on the first of several shopping trips to Thrifty Acres,
through vibrantly young all Black urban streets
of nearby Lansing.

Making Stevie Wonder and I,
him singing in all Black city churches
and me in all White rural and small village churches,
harmonic neighbors in my privately humming heart
yet never possible to publicly meet and greet
as this nation and this world were meant to sing
and dance our regenerations not apart.

I didn’t know apartheid by default yet
but I do remember
seeing nearly black as ink skin for the very first time
on a smiling brown-eyed boy
on a chipped white painted bicycle without rims,
and longing to talk and listen with him
and laugh with him about the fresh green smell of freedom from training wheels,
freedom to create our own fast pedaling breeze
across our summer-hot black and white faces and arms,
and knowing that I would touch his dark warm skin
with loving wonder
about what it could be like to become with him,
to grow together,
to smell and feel and fly our satisfying diverse integrity
on a tandem red in-your-face bike,
bright shining all the way back
from Black-streets Lansing
through little White Woodland,
spreading across all Black with White Capital Cities
on out to woodland farmers,
to peddle fly while singing our glad hosanna wonders.

As I reweave
this first drive by encounter with racial diversity
and humane ecstatic curiosity,
I imagine asking Mom to stop,
pull our metallic gold Ford over
so I could ask his thick black-framed glasses name,
which would be Stevie,
and take his hand
to walk his bike back to his home and family
where we would live together
happily and most prosperously ever after.

This was my moment,
too quickly passed,
to know passion’s love at first sight,
these sublime sounds and dark satin skin smells
of Stevie’s Wonder.

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